“Nope.” I shook my head, eager to win this argument. “Not even possible.”
Arching an eyebrow, Colton said, “Oh really? I bet you don’t love me this much.” Taking my hand, he placed it over the ESU sweatpants he was wearing, right between the legs. The length and hardness of his cock made a distinct ridge under the soft cloth.
Wow, he loved me quite a bit, definitely over eight inches worth.
Humming, I stroked him through his pants for a couple seconds, making him sigh out a breath and tip his head back as he closed his eyes.
Then I answered, “I may not love you that much. But I definitely love you this much.” Returning the favor, I grasped his wrist and urged it up my skirt so he could cup my panties and feel how soaked they were.
I may have had painful periods, but they never lasted long. So tonight, I was open for business.
“Damn, baby doll.” He groaned and massaged me before sweeping the crotch of my underwear aside and plunging two fingers inside me. I gripped his shoulders and rode his hand, greedily taking everything he had to give.
A second later, he mumbled, “Fuck, I need to taste this. Right now.”
He tumbled me onto my back and rucked my skirt up to my waist before he ripped off my panties and spiked his tongue into my pussy.
I arched under him, feeling that instant electrocution of pleasure. Gripping his hair, I held on to my man for dear life as he feasted, licking his way up to my clit and flicking it like the teasing bastard he was. As the pleasure mounted, I tensed, not ready for how powerfully or quickly I knew I was going to come.
“Don’t fight it,” Colton warned.
His tongue stopped teasing and went straight for the most sensitive nub of flesh.
I started to scowl, and would’ve argued that I wasn’t, but then I realized he could feel my muscles locking. Panting in an effort to just let it come, I purposely relaxed every limb, letting my knees fall open and spreading the backs of my arms across my sheets.
Colton chose that moment to spear me with two fingers and clamp his lips around my clit. I jolted and came, the rush of energy flowing through me like a freight train. I absorbed most of it but then had to grip my fingers around the sheets as the rest of it attacked.
Once the orgasm had consumed its fill, I slumped limply into my mattress, drained. Someone draw a chalk line around me, I was done.
But Colton sat up, grinning and suddenly very, very awake. Digging a condom from his wallet, he said, “I love it when you come. I don’t know why, but it feels like I win a victory every single time.”
I lifted an exhausted brow, trying to appear stern but probably failing, especially with my skirt around my waist and all my goods on display. “Have you been waging war on my pussy, young man?”
He laughed as he climbed off the bed and began to strip for me, revealing his perfect male form one piece of clothing at a time. “Not war, baby doll. It’s more like a peace treaty.”
Shaking my head, I argued, “What you just did didn’t feel very peaceful.” It’d felt out-of-this-world amazing, but not peaceful.
Grinning, he rolled the latex on and then crawled over me. “Oh, that was just the treaty’s after-party between new allies.” He sat upright on his knees over me, straddling my hips as he urged me to lift my arms so he could tug my top over my head. “You like being my ally, right, baby doll?”
I had no idea where he was going with this, and I kind of wondered if he did either, so I just smiled and nodded. “Sure.”
“That’s my lady,” he murmured approvingly as he finished stripping me bare, while I just lay there and watched him in total fascination. “We make a good team.”
He interlaced our fingers as he repositioned himself above me. “Just you and me against the world.” Pressing his forehead to mine, he pushed inside me, keeping eye contact the entire time. My inner muscles gripped him tight, receiving him eagerly, and we both spent a moment panting through the pleasure before he kissed me and began to move slowly, deeply, and so damn beautifully.
Our lips caressed and tongues stroked. His fingers played with mine while mine tangled with his. Our bare legs shifted past each other and abdomens pressed together. If I had a single body part that wasn’t intimately involved with some part of him, I wasn’t aware of it. I only knew that he was everywhere and it felt so completely right because this was where he belonged, where I belonged, where we belonged.
“I like being on your team,” I confessed, letting go of his hands so I could sink my fingers into his lush hair.